It all starts innocent, oblivious.
One day she's inching toward you,
smiling.
And then you realize:
You fell in love
all that time she was talking.
Like it was nothing, innocent, nothing.
You forget that I make little moans in my sleep
and reach for you when i wake up.
You realize I'm states away.
She is
smiling
skinnier;
you picture her nipples.
I forgive you,
but guilt follows you around.
You can't stand to see me outside my cradle
accumulating more chances to blame you
for looking away, even for a second.
The subconscious drunk and curious
leads you down an unexplored hallway
and you are robbed of content
again and again
until you are nothing but a turbine of disappointment.
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